~ Tнє Pαяα∂σχ Hσυѕє ~ now back to regularly scheduled chaos

"Happens," Myrnin said. He took a shaky breath in and pushed a shaky breath out. It was hard to work out what to say when he was having trouble saying anything at all.
"Friends hurt friends. Got to ... get past it."
Were his sentences short? He wasn't trying to, but those were the words which were connecting.
He offered Nico a smile that was as shaky as the breaths had been.

Enjolras let the conversation move on, a wry smile ghosting over his features. "I don't think the House cares much. That room was so long ago, at least for me. Perhaps it felt like we needed a refresher."

"Broken rib?" Ah yes, amid the flames he'd vaguely caught sight of the octopus monster fighting with Hook. He'd lost track of the situation, but he figured that's what it was from. "Now I'm doubly surprised you didn't stab him when he hugged you." Enjolras joked without malice.

“Aye,” he mumbled, not planning on offering a further explanation. He cocked his eyebrow at the comment, studying the hallway for a moment before giving a half hearted chuckle. “I don’t [oops] with emotional monsters,” he explained tonelessly. “Especially when...” he shrugged his head the direction of his carefully elevated arm.

Hook slouched deeper into the coach, turning his head so he could glare at Enj as he spoke. “I hadn’t noticed,” he spat sarcastically, reevaluating his misfortune in the room with a frown. He hadn’t gotten to see what had happened with Shade...hopefully he hadn’t pushed her into something dangerous and then vanished before apologizing. Suddenly feeling a bit disheartened, he went silent again.

Hook continued to say nothing, watching the hallway out of the corner of his eye with mild interest. He seemed incredibly comfortable in the all too awkward atmosphere, not even glancing in Enjolras’s direction as he started fidgeting, probably completely oblivious to it.
Given that the chaos was coming to an end, maybe the house would blink him out and let his leg heal up. It would likely keep him in a few minutes more than it needed to...which was an annoying thought. He sighed quietly, breaking the silence only to let it linger heavier than before.

Hook continued to stare blankly, waiting several moments before glancing towards Enjolras to see why he hadn’t finished his sentence. Seeing the man was finally gone, he sighed in relief and immediately readjusted himself so he was laying across the entire coach, closing his eyes in satisfaction.

Vincent - power room - mintedstar/fur ®Hawkpath®
(finally,, I apologize)

Vincent leisurely backtracked as the voices of the pair approached, his hands on his hips as he waited. He rolled his eyes slightly as Juuzo called out Myrnin’s little nickname, raising an eyebrow at Myrnin as he and the random kid turned the corner. “Vincent,” he corrected the stranger absently, only offering him a sparing look over before returning his focus on Myrnin.
He didn’t have a clue what Myrnin had up his sleeve, but that was a familiar sensation. This time, however, he got the impression that the vampire would be eager enough to show off his new abilities without his stir. He gave the vampire an innocent look, holding up his hands in a lame display of his harmless intent. “What are you doing, Myrnin?”

Vince - hall - mintedstar/fur

“Peeved?” Vincent echoed the word with a slight raise of his eyebrows. He hadn’t thought his words had carried any tone, though he supposed his previous statement could easily be misinterpreted as aggression. Irregardless of what he’d meant, Arthur had grown a spine since they’d last spoke. 
An amused smile worked its way onto his face as the alchemist began to look around, his pale eyes tracing his movements closely. The maliciously interested look on his face softened as Arthur spoke back to him. “Would you have me?” He asked coyly.

Sol | Hallway/Memory Room | ®Hawkpath® |

"Sure," said Sol with a small shrug, letting go of Rue's hand once she stopped walking and running her hand over the nearest door until her hand closed around the smooth knob.

"Well, here goes nothing," she said, and turned the knob, stepping into the room.

"Smells like dust in here," she said, turning in a little circle as she oriented herself to the sounds and smells around her.  "And dust.  Ok," she said, turning to Rue, "so what are we looking at?  No pun intended."

There was a decent reason it smelled like dust.  The House had blinked them into a building that resembled an old museum, with artifacts lining the walls and displayed carefully on pedestals.  The room itself looked extremely old but well taken care of, like someone often came by and dusted off the displays, although the insides and corners were still coated in a layer of the stuff.

If you looked closely, you might notice that there was something oddly familiar about some of the objects.  Maybe, you even remembered them outright.

"H-how does that concept not garner even the slightest bit of worry from you?" The Supreme Primarch stammered, his utter puzzlement no longer being directed at alien, fire spitting plants, but the 'normal' human girl standing nearby.

Not this again... There was no point to sit and try to understand the thought process of children. At least the other was treating the situation more seriously.

Worlds? The boy must have meant islands, because the only other 'worlds' he could have been referring to were the Crimson Horizon, and the Astral Realm, of which Sandalphon was sure these plants belonged to neither. Things from those worlds all possesed unique, unmistakable auras, something not present in the flora before them.

"None I've ever seen." The Primarch responded, shaking his head. Thinking about it however, if they were not creations of the house, he supposed it wasn't impossible that they came from some part of the Skydoms. With how vast the sky was and each island unique, it just meant they simply originated in lands he'd never been to before.

Sandalphon cautiously glanced around at the surrounding plants, his own eyes narrowing when he spotted more and more flame wielding flora rising to the offensive. He also noted Azula's absence, although his feelings were of relief that she'd blinked out. In his eyes, it actually made things easier. The way things were going, fighting these plants would have been futile, and if she were still here, so too would have been attempting a speedy retreat.

As if the building tension in this room was trying to take on a visable form, the air began to dance from ever increasing heat. It was not unlike watching the fuse on bomb reach it's end. Both children were right, this place was about to 'go boom', and they needed to run, before everything was set ablaze.

Moving as fast as his physical form could manuver, the Primarch hopped over to the twins' side. "Hang on!" He said, quickly crouching down to pick them both up, propping each under an arm. It probably wasn't the most graceful way to carry them, but when your group was about to be incinerated by mutated plants, one thought about the fastest way to get them all out of there, not the most elegant. He bolted forward and took off down the path Dipper had spotted, clenching his teeth when he felt the heat at his back reach sweltering.

Back behind the fleeing group, A loud explosion rocked the entire area. No sooner after, a wall of flame erupted from the source in pursuit, consuming everything in its way.

His full running speed was more then any mortal could match, but Sandalphon knew it wasn't going to be enough when that pursuing fire was catching up. A flash of bright light appeared on his back, and a set of brown wings sprouted from his shoulders. Their tips awkwardly grazed the plants lining the sides of the path. The fit was going to make flying difficult, but the jungle canopy above was too thick to break through without proper force, which might hurt the twins. With no other choice, Sandalphon launched himself into the air mere feet above the forest floor and shot ahead, his speed increasing considerably. It was enough to keep them ahead for now, but ever so slowly, their pursuer was gaining.

Sol | Memory room | ®Hawkpath® |

“What?”

Sol moved to join Rue, and reached out to touch the object, but her hand met glass. Quickly, she ran her hands down to the bottom edge of the glass and began to feel around for - oh, there was the button. She pressed it, expecting the case to open, but instead, a tinny voice described what was inside, stopping short of a flowery description but giving a decent idea of what was inside.

“Woah, cool,” said Sol, grinning. Then, she turned to Rue, still curious about her odd tone. “You recognize it?”

| Enjolras | Living Room, @ everyone who wants to blink in too. Like this in an old fashioned living room so everyone is free to throw someone in! |

Enjolras blinked into the Living Room. He appeared on the couch where he'd been with Hook before, appearing again after only a few minutes back in his own world. He looked around the drab living room, not seeing anyone else. He stood up, taking a moment to look around the living room in a way he hadn't had the chance to in a while. He went to the bookshelf, flipping through a random tome from the shelf. Blank, as always.

Steve | @enj and @archie

In a heartbeat, Steve blinked into the living standing along side a strapping revolutionary and something - someone else. The young blinked his eyes grasping the strange looking individuals lumbering about. His condition had not worsened but neither had it improved, he recalled Enjolras blinking in during his last visit roaming the hellish tile room with Asami and Mabel. He may not have spoken to him as of yet but decided on better judgement to not rush up to him, not matter how he wanted to see someone he was more familiar with. That hesitation fairly short as he stood there watching Archie try to strike up a conversation if you could call it that. Compared to the two adults, he was around their height more or less, wearing a green sweater tinged with blood at certain points and blue denim jeans.